Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed
Chapter 116

Getting a kick out of being needed and the focus of someone's life was amazing. But that was something Roseanne couldn't give him.

Yet, when he was with Millie, Murray felt something was missing, though he couldn't figure out what it was.

As they strolled, they found themselves by the seaside. Suddenly, Murray stopped in his tracks, his gaze growing colder, his expression darker.

Roseanne and Corley sat side by side on a beach chair not far off, laughing and sipping drinks together.

After quickly slapping some serum over her face mask, Millie had rushed after Murray. But her fancy heeled sandals didn't make walking on the sandy beach any easier. She had to hustle a bit to catch up with him. "Babe, what's..." she began, following his gaze, "Looks like Roseanne and Mr. Sullivan are getting along well, huh?" She smiled innocently, "They're even sharing drinks." Murray remained stoic.

"From a distance, I thought they were a couple. But, you know, they do look quite good together."

"Babe, isn't it too much of a coincidence that Roseanne and Mr. Sullivan are vacationing in Maldor Beach? Could it be they planned this?"

"Or maybe it's only a coincidence. I'm probably overthinking it." She mused, wrapping her arm through Murray's. "It's chilly by the beach tonight. Achoo..."

Millie had rushed out in a strap dress, forgetting to grab a shawl. And she was genuinely cold.

But Murray showed no signs of offering his jacket, standing there with an iciness that Millie could feel emanating from him.

She clenched her fists jealously, though her face remained a picture of innocence. "Babe, it's cold. Let's head back, okay?" Murray pulled away, turning to leave.

Left standing alone, Millie looked momentarily lost but quickly followed. "Babe, wait for me!"

Glancing back toward Roseanne, she muttered, "Damn lucky!"

Finally catching up to Murray, they returned to their place.

Millie caught her reflection in the mirror as the running water sound filled the bathroom. Her dress flattered her figure, her skin smooth and fair, undeniably alluring.

Post-shower, wrapped in a silk robe, Murray was drying his hair when suddenly, a pair of delicate, fair hands reached for his chest through the opening of his robe.

Millie snuggled up close to him, whispering softly in his ear. Her movements were teasing, flirtatiously coquettish as she whispered, "Babe, you haven't touched me since that night. Don't you want me? I love you. Please don't push me away." Murray didn't respond, and he abruptly pushed Millie away as she thought she had his consent, reaching for his robe's tie. His cold and distant voice followed, "I'm tired. Not in the mood."

Undeterred, Millie reached out again, only to be met with Murray's icy gaze, draining her of the remaining courage and leaving her standing there, dumbfounded.

Murray had no energy to deal with her antics and retreated to another room.

Watching him walk away, Millie felt her chest tighten, her temper nearly breaking free. She thought their relationship would have solidified after their last encounter, but he seemed more distant since then.